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Fucking Smalltalk
03:52
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You're so predictable
Running around with chatter
Without meaning, Without emotions
Have to be liked by everyone
Fake, untrue
I'm so sick of you
And your fucking small talk
I don't care about your self pity
I don't give a damn about the weather
Don't you care about something real,
Something important?
Fake, untrue
I'm so sick of you
And your fucking small talk
Fake, untrue
I'm so sick of you…
And your fucking small talk
Oh, your fucking small talk
Don't you care?
Why don't you care?
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Rebel Girl
03:36
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There are women of many descriptions
In this queer world, as everyone knows.
Some are living in beautiful mansions,
And are wearing the finest of clothes.
There are blue blooded queens and princesses,
Who have charms made of diamonds and pearl
But the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl
That’s the Rebel Girl,
That’s the Rebel Girl!
To the working class, she’s a precious pearl.
She brings courage, pride and joy
We’ve had girls before, but we need some more
In the Industrial Workers of the World.
For it’s great to fight for freedom
With a Rebel Girl.
Yes, her hands may be hardened from labour
And her dress may not be very fine
But a heart in her bosom is beating
That is true to her class and her kind.
And the grafters in terror are trembling
When her spite and defiance she’ll hurl
For the only thoroughbred lady
Is the Rebel Girl.
That’s the Rebel Girl,
That’s the Rebel Girl!
To the working class, she’s a precious pearl.
She brings courage, pride and joy
We’ve had girls before, but we need some more
In the Industrial Workers of the World.
For it’s great to fight for freedom
With a Rebel Girl.
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Icy Amber
03:58
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Nothing to believe
Recreating lost history
Recurring shiver
Fragile and pale
With a war in her mind
Barefoot on the cold ground
Frozen in time
Like icy amber
Lost in a fantasy
The ultimate escape
"Pull yourself together"
But she's not fake
Just in another reality
Barefoot on the cold ground
Frozen in time
Like icy amber
Barefoot on the cold ground
Frozen in time
Like icy amber
I can't move on
I can't get out
Dragons circle
Flying around in her head
They're so beautiful
But… Dangerous
And they won't let her out
Barefoot on the cold ground
Frozen in time
Like icy amber x2
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Heaven of Pain
03:40
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A storm breaks land
Your time has failed
To reign in
Heaven of pain
Causing the blood
To run down my
Eyes and spine
The oath has come
To take me down
Far far under
They have me bound
A tear has fallen
From the sky
Searching for
A way to die
Teared up souls
Hunting me
I've closed my eyes
So I can't see
Now I am here
In the ground
My sin is locked
And my soul not found
I might remain a slave
Til the bottom of the grave
Enslaving thoughts
Hitting through
God help me now
What should i do?
Heavy chains
Locking me in
They're trying to
Destroy my sin
My hope's still here
My will is strong
Not everything
Is long gone
When time is right
I'll rise again
To see the light
And conquer the end
I might remain a slave
Til the bottom of the grave
I might remain a slave
Til the bottom of the grave
SLAVE
(I might)
GRAVE
(Til the)
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Five piece band from northern Norway, that plays a mix of Rock, Punk and Metal!
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